The storm

The waves pound.
Wind howls
All are wet with despair.
Though one stands at the helm
Declaring we are all heirs.
He is surrounded by light.
Peace flows to our souls
as he declares with his might:
"Peace, be still."
The waves fall
the storm has passed
for Christ is at the helm.

The Carpenter

Rough, Coarse, Hard
Stubborn, Dull, Lifeless.
In his hands everything changes.

Shaping, sweating, suffering

He places all his strength to the task.
Never losing sight of the potential he sees.

Rough, Coarse, Hard
Learning, Listening, Living.
In his hands everything changes.

Lifting and loving each piece.

He places all his strength to the task.
Never losing sight of the potential he sees.

Rough, Coarse, Hearing
Learning, Loving, Laughing.
In his hands everything changes.

In his hands perfection is set in motion.
In his hands all are safe.
In his hands everything changes. 

The Artist

The whole world is his canvas.
He paints pain in red,
Joy in yellow,
and confusion in darkness.
The canvas is alight with colors and patterns,
Continually changing at his hand. 
My pain... my red
He lovingly covers with his own crimson. 
While my red is pain his is blood.
Crimson becomes hope.
A chance to see beauty. 
He has covered my canvas. 
I am crimson. 
I am beauty.